The Hunter And The Prey - An Ego Demon Hunter AU

Just Another Day

Credits for this go to Vegorott on Ao3, they allowed me to make my own Demon Hunter AU, just like they did! We do have about the same ships, we just write differently.

Oh yeah, and compared to Vegorott, is my Blank not a child.

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"Celine, calm down!"

"It's going to be okay!"

"It's not going to be okay! How could it possibly be okay when they're fucking dead?!"

Just when the upset woman had said that, two men had walked into the room, having heard the shouts.

"What is going on in here?" One of them demanded for an answer. "Mad?"

Said man looked up, him having tried to calm the woman called Celine down.
He wore a light blue t-shirt, with a roll of bandages separated over his arms, covering them completely. They were slightly stained, but, he didn't bother changing them. He wore beige colored pants, more close to light brown but okay. Next to that he wore some simple, white shoes that were barely white by now. Oh yeah, he also has a belt with place for all sorts of material and weapons.
His eyes were a pretty much dark green, and his hair was the almost perfect blond.

"On patrol..." He started. "We found both Mark and Damien dead. At the abandoned church."

"Serves him right." The man beside the demanding one scoffed.

"Wilford!" Said man glared to his side.

"I meant Mark, Dark." Wilford said. "We already knew he tried joining forces with some Demons, and this is what he gets in return."

"We don't talk like that in front of a mourner." Dark stated, it sounding like a threat towards Wilford.

Wilford was a man that was all over the place. From his funky, pink dyed hair and mustache, to his black suspenders, long and brown jacket, his yellow-ish shirt, his dark brown pants, pick shoes and back to the top, with his crazed looking, deep brown eyes.

Now Dark was a man that was the complete opposite. He always wore formal clothes (mainly either a black suit with a white undershirt, or a white suit with a black one), neat shoes, and always a black tie. His hair was extremely well taken care of, his skin was a perfect tan, but his eyes looked like danger. Only people that truly knew him knew that the crimson color meant no harm... at all.

"It aren't just some Demons, though." The second woman in the room, Clover, said.

She had long, brown hair that was put in a thick and wavy ponytail, bright blue eyes like an ocean, and a few freckles spread all over her face. Her outfit existed out of a dark red winter jacket, a black, sleeveless turtleneck, dark blue jeans and black sneakers. She always wore this green crystal necklace, which sometimes people swore they have seen it before, but no one could ever remember who.

"It were The Fallen Four that schred them to pieces."

"Don't say it like that." Celine snarled.

"Who?" Wilford interrupted.

Clover sighed. "High rank Demon Antisepticeye, medium rank Demon Blankgameplays, and the Devil's Duo."

Wilford squinted his eyes, seeming to try and think just a little further.

Clover rolled her eyes at noticing. "Devil's Duo are the supreme rank twins, Phantom and NateMare."

"Oh, them!" Wilford exclaimed. "They've been quite the talk around town, haven't they?"